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Thanksgiving Hymns (1746)1

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Editorial Introduction: The Jacobite uprising in 1745, led by Charles Edward Stuart, had been greeted by Charles Wesley with a series of hymns beseeching God’s protection for the English king and nation—see “Hymns for 1745.” When the English troops led by William, Duke of Cumberland and the 25 yearold son of George II, defeated the Jacobite forces in April 1746 at the battle of Culloden, it is small surprise that Charles would again respond with appropriate verse. Specifically, in preparation for the official public commemoration of this victory, Charles published (anonymously) in early October 1746 in London and Bristol his Hymns for the Public Thanksgiving Day, Oct. 9, 1746, a booklet containing seven new hymns specific to the occasion. The hymns exude the English sense of being defenders of the cause of Protestantism against the treachery of Catholic Spain and France (see esp. Hymn 3, st. 2). This collection was reprinted only once, in 1769. It is unlikely that this was simply because the original copies had been exhausted. It appears timed to bolster English confidence in the face of the growing rebellion of the American colonists (and their French supporters). Editions: [Charles Wesley.] Hymns for the Public Thanksgiving Day, Oct. 9, 1746. London: [Strahan], 1746. [Bristol: Farley], 1746. Bristol: Pine, 1769.

This document was produced by the Duke Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition under the editorial direction of Randy L. Maddox, with the diligent assistance of Aileen F. Maddox. Last updated: 16 January 2010.


Table of Contents Hymn I Hymn II Hymn III Hymn IV Hymn V Hymn VI Hymn VII 3–4 4–6 6–8 8–9 9 10 11–12 .

The Lord of hosts and nations sing. 2 3 .[Page] 3 HYMNS FOR THE PUBLIC THANKSGIVING-DAY. He beckon’d to the savage-band. rejoice. October 9. Jehovah turn’d the scale of fight. the Lord is King. And shout your thanks in Jesus’ name. With Rome and Satan at their head. Whose arm hath now your foes o’erthrown. ’Twas not a feeble arm of ours Which chac’d the fierce contending powers. 1 Britons. And shew’d—the battle is the Lord’s. and broke their swords. But stopt by his almighty breath. Rush’d back—into the arms of death. Ascribe the praise to God alone. And knapp’d their spears. Jehovah quell’d their boasted might. And bade them sweep thro’ half the land: The savage-band their terror spread. 1746. The giver of success proclaim. Hymn I.

Glory and strength ascribe to thee Who giv’st to kings the victory. We triumph in the King of kings. The thankless croud disdains to mourn. And tremble at thy mercy’s voice: Nor fondly dream the danger past. Thy breath which did their fury raise Hath quench’d. We vow for thee our all t’ employ. Let all adore the God of love. Yet. O that we might to God rejoice. Lord. hast laid them low. the God of power. And bless thee for the kind reprieve.[Page] 4 4 Thou Lord. Destroy’d the weapons of thine ire. Secure beneath thy mercy’s wings. And shout our thanks in Jesus’ name. 1 Thanks be to God. while yet thy Spirit strives. Who sent us succours from above. . at once. before the scourge return. Let all his faithfulness declare. with reverential joy. The giver of success proclaim. The God of truth. O that we all might see the hand Which still protects a guilty land. And thank thee with our hearts and lives. the sudden blaze. who heard the prayer. Who shelter’d us in danger’s hour. While yet our own rebellions last! O that our wars with heav’n might cease. And cast the rods into the fire. alone. And all receive the Prince of Peace! Or if. We live to testify thy grace. 5 6 7 8 Hymn II. In pieces dash’d th’ invading foe. And to our Saviour’s glory live! Long as thou lengthnest out our days. And yield.

“The day. Of conquest fatally secure. While God seem’d pleas’d their cause to bless. The vulturs hasten’d to their food. and storm’d the tower. He let the slighted mischief spread. He saw the serpent’s egg break forth. And shout around our threatened towers. Behold them march triumphant up. Improv’d by Rome’s unerring head. To gaul us with their yoke abhor’d. the crown. Swell’d to an host. The grashoppers of earth he sees. the daring few Thro’ ours as waving lightning flew. Drunk with the bold aspiring hope. Lur’d by the grateful scent of blood. The drop into a torrent rose. And gain a kingdom or a grave. And while we scorn’d our abject foes. To blast our rightful monarch’s line. Rush’d on with unresisted power. And curs’d them with a short success. And scal’d the wall. The scheme in Satan’s conclave laid. Resolv’d to die. And mocks their prosp’rous wickedness. His eye observ’d the dark design. The cloud arising in the north. Frustrates their counsels with a frown. And choak’d those ravening dogs of war? 3 4 5 6 7 8 . They vow to make our ruin sure. or win the day.[Page] 5 2 God sitting on his holy seat Compels the heathen to submit. The aliens urg’d their rapid way. And plant their faith with fire and sword. And hang in thunder o’er our head. And turns their Babels upside down. and all is ours!” Who was it then dispers’d the snare. Madly resolv’d their doom to brave.

[Page] 6 Jehovah curb’d their furious speed. Thanks be to God. The sons of Rome and Satan see. 9 His hidden power controll’d the foe. 2 3 . With all the zeal of hell inspir’d. And purge the land with northern steel. Pursue the wild rebellious throng. the God of power. The God of truth. And scar’d the vulturs from their prey. Bring back to their infernal god. Who sent deliverance from above. And Holy Church is on their side. Whom all the saints conspire to bless. Supported by their friends beneath. And Spanish gold. who heard the prayer. Bold they return to sure success. (As stubble by the whirlwind driven) They fled before the frown of heaven. 1 Still let us in our rising song. See how they fly to set us free From all our northern heresy. And said. And fled subdu’d without a wound. “No farther shalt thou go. With tenfold rage and fury fir’d. And re-baptize us in our blood. In covenant with hell and death. Jehovah sent the panick dread. Who shelter’d us in danger’s hour. Our feuds and grievances to heal. and Gallic pride. And trace them to their destiny. Let all adore the God of love! 10 Hymn III.” His bridle in their mouths they found. And damp’d and fill’d them with dismay. Let all his faithfulness declare.

And draw their conquerors to the field. Our strength and life secur’d in thee. The Saviour. Rush headlong to their instant doom. and us. O that we all may seek and find. and all to see. Duke of Cumberland. Till struck with lightning from his eye. And hang on thine all-ruling hand. By FAITH a Christian hero stand. they die! How are the mighty fallen! Dead! Who fill’d our conscious land with dread. . His blind infallibility! ’Twas not the number of our hosts. they fall. Supporter of his father’s throne. By whom thy dread vicegerents reign. Lo! The audacious hopes of Rome. friend of human-kind. Our courage. who on thy love depend. And William2 breath’d an heavenly flame! O let him thankfully submit To lay his lawrels at thy feet. They fear. And righteous kings their sway maintain. That baffled all their furious boasts. was not our own. Perish’d the keenest tools of war. And sworn our ruin to secure. Their God and Maker is their friend. Our wisdom did not cast them down. Upheld himself by thee alone! Give him. They leave our troops an open way. Nor see the Lord of life and death. they turn. The crafty caught in their own snare. 5 6 7 8 9 10 2 William. Slaughter and threats the aliens breathe.[Page] 7 4 Bent to devour the total prey. From thee the sacred ardor came. Assur’d. leader of the English troops. Lord. And Antichrist robb’d of his plea. An uncontested passage yield. They make their own destruction sure.

and glory in the Lord. When flush’d with conquest slew: Sav’d from the peril of the sword. Who thirsted for our blood: Sav’d from the peril of the sword.[Page] 8 People and prince be still imploy’d T’ insure the lasting peace of God. 1 Join all who know the name That sure deliverance brings. And strive. Rejoice. and look thro’ To him. Rejoice. Wisdom and strength belongs To Jesu’s only name. From whom our safety came: Sav’d from the peril of the sword. 2 3 4 5 . who all our foes. and glory in the Lord. Rejoice. Forth with our armies went The God of victory. The conquering God proclaim. The means his wisdom chose We honour. In glorious power hath stood. Rejoice. And quell’d their cruel pride. He on our Israel’s side. The guardian King of kings. Rejoice. Sav’d from the peril of the sword. and glory in the Lord. and glory in the Lord. and glory in the Lord. He claims our thankful songs. And bless’d the instrument That set our nation free: Sav’d from the peril of the sword. till all obtain above Eternal rest in Jesus’ love! Hymn IV.

[Page] 9 6 To him let us restore The lives he doth redeem. Jesus. Let us to greater things aspire. The utmost grace he deigns to give. Deliverance from death. From all these rebel foes within. Rejoice. and glory in the Lord. And turn’d the waster back. And sing the giver’s praise. Hymn V. And rescued by thy conqu’ring name. Pluck’d as a brand out of the fire. Behold thee. And pleaded thine atoning blood. Give back our lives to thee. And mightier wonders see. Thou hast our sinful Sodom spar’d For the ten righteous’ sake: Thou between God and us hast stood. And praise him evermore. convert and stir us up With transport to receive the cup Of full salvation here: And let us then by love restor’d. or meet reward Shall sinners render to the Lord For all his saving grace? We only can with thanks receive. hell and sin. Sav’d from the peril of the sword. And more than victory. our triumphant Lord. 1 What recompence. we now thy praise proclaim. Thou hast thy praying remnant heard. With all thy saints appear! 2 3 4 5 . And live and die to him. Sav’d from the Romish fowler’s snare. Our Saviour’s glory to declare We joyfully agree: Jesus.

and save for ever. All our sins forgive—consume. the sinful nation. and then deliver Whom thou dost a-while reprove.3 1 God of love. Save us then. the contrite heart’s desire. God of everlasting love! 2 3 4 3 A manuscript version of this hymn appears in MS Richmond Tracts. Thee in dreadful indignation Marching thro’ the land we saw. Stopt by Israel’s supplication. Let us all at last returning. All in Jesu’s name assemble. Thou dost yet thy wrath forbear. Friend of helpless sinners. Hearts thy warning to receive. Lo! Thou dost the scourge withdraw: O that all might hear and tremble At the long-suspended rod. Let us groan thy face to see. Find our help and rest in thee. 1. Humble us. Conquer by thy pard’ning grace. who hear’st the prayer Offer’d for a guilty land. Come. Thou with bowels of compassion Giv’st us still a longer space: Turn us then. Hearts to sorrow and believe: Humbly at thy footstool mourning. All confess the Son of God! Grant us in this awful crisis. Hearts to cast away our vices. .[Page] 10 Hymn VI. Hold a-while thy lifted hand. come! Hear and answer us by fire.

with shame confess.[Page] 11 Hymn VII. (Sins against man and God:) Their lives are lost to ransom ours: And still the sword abroad devours. the chearful crowd In shouts and acclamations loud The festal time employ. And slaughter’d by fraternal hands. Conqu’rors of our intestine foes. To try. Nor for our nation’s righteousness. Lord. But grantest us a longer space. And sav’d the sinful land. Thy justice still demands its prey. Will now at last repent. who still the rod revere. Thou hast preserv’d the best of kings. Hast thou deliverance sent. Let us. 1 While void of care. And thirsts for nobler blood. Thou hast not from the threatning sword Revok’d its charge to kill: Thine anger is not turn’d away. With pitying grief and humble fear Correct the lighter joy. Yet must we. Thine hand is stretch’d out still. Not but thou read’st our thankful heart. We spurn the authors of our woes. Whole troops of Britons die! Thousands to their account are fled With all their sins upon their head. But can our tears be dry While just necessity commands. 2 3 4 5 6 . And shadow’d with thy mercy’s wings The man of thy right-hand. Thou hast not dropp’d thy quarrel. Lord. if those who scorn’d thy grace. Thankful that thou hast took our part.

Before with fruitless horror we The man on the pale courser see. And feel his blasting breath. nor let us die The pestilential death.[Page] 12 7 The man who sits on the red horse. And O! What crouds of Britain’s sons.. Who rides the sable steed. “E’re”. And famine lifts his head. “E’re”.. Ere5 yet the meagre form appears. With a long train of dearthy years. And own thee for our King. Ere4 yet he calls the man behind. but clearly used in sense of “before. O might we all to thee submit And fall. And answer’d to his voice! O might we mercy seek and find. Holds on his bloody rapid course. And peace from earth destroys.” . Have own’d his power in dying groans.” Ori. And rapt at last above the skies. Thine endless praises sing. regard the nation’s cry. Bright in thy glorious image rise. but clearly used in sense of “before. 8 9 10 4 5 Ori. and kiss thy bleeding feet. Jesus. Reverse our doom.